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Chapter 6:
Monday, 3:02 a.m.
Jacob stirred in his sleep; something could be heard in the distance, but to a sleeping man, it could be anything. It was very faint, but it was coming closer, and two different; yet similar tunes could be made out. Soon, one of them was playing in his head.
Weeee wooooo, weeee wooooo
His eyes shot open, only one thing could make that sound.
"Brian!" he shouted, getting to his feet. He looked around, but his brother was no where to be seen. His eyes landed on the arm of the couch, where the keys had been. Been.
"What the-" he was cut off as the sirens screeching tune came closer.
That…that… He couldn't contain his anger, and kicked over a nearby stool.
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Crash!
Weeee wooooo
What the Hell?
Sara's eyes fluttered open. At first, she thought her ears were playing tricks on her; with the lack of food and being smacked around, who wouldn't? But after a moment of listening, she was positive she could hear…something.
Or rather some things.
She listened again, and her eyes grew twice as large.
"Lindsey!" She said in a loud whisper, shaking the teen. Lindsey's eyes snapped open with a "whaaat?"
"Listen!" Sara said as the sirens came closer, a smile spread on each of their faces.
"Ohmygod! Ohmygod!" Lindsey almost yelled, tears of joy sliding down her face.
"That's right, Linds," Sara smiled, cupping Lindsey's face with her hands, and letting tears fall down her face as well. She wrapped her arms around Lindsey, allowing her to cry into her shirt. It was over, they were gong to get out. Their happiness came to a stop as the door swung open, a frantic looking Jacob standing in the middle.
"Don't move!" He shouted, pulling something from his back pocket. He approached them and grabbed Sara's shoulder, pinning her against the wall. He pulled out a knife and held it to her throat.
"Put up a fight, and you're dead." She nodded, eyes wide with fear.
She could hear him ripping some sort of fabric, and felt him tie her hands together. He then wrapped it in duct tape; just to be safe. He did the same to her feet, and covered her mouth with duct tape. He repeated this with Lindsey, and dragged both women into a nearby closet. He slung Lindsey in first, and then Sara. He pointed the knife at them.
The sirens sounded as though they were right outside the door.
"If you so much as sneeze," He growled, his voice low, "I'll-"
The sirens stopped.
"You'll find out later," he spat, making his message clear by kicking Sara into Lindsey, causing the CSI to let out a breathless, pain filled cry.
XX
A few hours earlier
Jim Brass paced back and forth in his office. It had been nearly three days, both girls were still missing, and they had no idea where they could be. He rubbed his forehead with his hands, knowing he was getting a headache. His phone buzzed in his pocket. After reading the ID, he flipped it open.
"Catherine?" He asked, a hint of hope in his voice.
"Jim, we've got it! We've got an address." She replied, he was amazed at how calm she sounded.
"Just tell me where, Cath."
After hearing the address, he rubbed his temples in frustration. God, that's right in the middle ofnowhere, He thought. "You're sure that's the location?"
"As sure as I'll ever be," Catherine responded, "how fast can you get out there?"
"It'll take a while, Catherine," He paused, "but I promise I'll get there as soon as I can." He paused again, he could hear her sigh of what sounded like relief on the other line, "and I'll have the entire LVPD behind me." He smiled into the phone.
"Thank you… Jim." Catherine replied, her voice hinting an unspoken question.
"I'm on it, Cath." He didn't even need to hear it to know what she was going to ask, "I'll be at the lab in less then ten minutes." He hung up, and nearly sprinted to LVPD front desk.
But that had been hours ago.
It had taken him nearly an to get his officers together, swing by the Crime Lab to pick up Catherine and Grissom, and find an ambulance.
It took them another three to get them all off the Strip, through town, and to find the right road (even with his sirens on).
This place really was in the middle of nowhere.
But, finally, they passed the little convenient store, and Brass accelerated. After only five minutes, a small, worn-down-looking cabin came into view.
It wasn't until he could see the blue and red lights of his siren reflecting of the house that he realized they were still on.
"Jim!" Catherine shouted from the backseat, "turn off the sirens!"
"Shit!" he swore aloud, flipping off the sirens. The other cars had done the same within a matter of seconds.
Catherine nearly panicked when she noticed that there was no car in the driveway. Calm down she told herself, they could have ditched it
Brass pulled into the driveway. His heart pounded in his chest. This was it.
We're ready when you are, Captain Brass, came the voice of one of his officers out of his radio.
"Follow my lead," he said after a pause, he looked back at Grissom and Catherine.
"You two follow after the rest of the officers."
And with that, he quietly got out of his car. Pulling his gun from it's place, he pointed it at the door, walking ever so slowly towards it. The rest of the officers copied his actions, and they got into position as Brass knocked on the door.
"LVPD! Open up!"
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"LVPD! Open up!"
"Las Vegas PD?" Jacob replied, pretending that he was unaware of the two injured women in his closet.
He quickly grabbed his gun, and tossed his knife on the couch, hiding the gun in the front of his pants.
Grissom and Catherine's blood boiled.
"Cut the crap, Collins." Brass snapped back, noticing the raged expression on the former CSI's face, "Now, open the door."
"I think you mean: Open the door, please."
It took all that Catherine and Grissom had not to run up and kick down the door.
"No." Brass was losing his patients, "I meant what I said: Open the damn door, before I do."
This time there was no reply for a while.
"I thought I told Ms. Willows not to bring the police…" Jacob finally responded, his voice sounding more distant than before.
Catherine's heart stopped.
"What?" Brass whispered to himself, looking back at Catherine with a when did this happen? expression on his face
"Or else they'd die…Guess she didn't think I was serious."
Just before the door was kicked in, a scream could be heard from the back room.
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"LVPD! Open up!"
Oh, oh thank God! Sara thought, instantly recognizing the voice.
She listened to the entire conversation, from Jacob's horrible attempts to lie, to him suddenly begin to walk back to their room.
She heard the door to their room open, and she leaned protectively over Lindsey, who whimpered when the closet door opened. Sara's eyes widened as he pulled out the gun.
Oh God, please… no… She felt tears burning in her eyes.
"I thought I told Mr. Willows not to bring the police…" Jacob said, aiming the gun at Sara's head.
"Or else they'd die…" He smiled evilly, Sara now allowed the tears to fall. "Guess she didn't think I was serious."
Lindsey lost whatever cool she had left, and screamed. Jacob starred at her, momentarily distracted, lowing the gun ever so slightly
This was he chance.
She lifted her still bound feet and kicked him in the groin. He dropped the gun and fell to the ground. "You little bitch!" He shouted, pulling her out of the closet and smacking her head with the gun, knocking her unconscious, just as his brother had done a few days before.
He aimed the gun at her head.
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A high pitched scream echoed in Catherine's ears.
She didn't have to be in the cabin to know who they were coming from.
"Lindsey…" She said in a voice just above a whisper, tears forming in her eyes.
Brass and the other officers raced down the hall of the cabin, kicking in doors. All but the one at the end of the hall had been checked.
"You little bitch!" Brass heard someone yell from inside the room.
Brass kicked the door open just in time to see the assailant smack Sara with the gun, and aimed it at her head.
"Drop the weapon!" Brass shouted.
Catherine and Grissom came running to the door. They were speechless…thoughtless, even.
"Sir," Brass said, his voice remarkably calm, "drop the weapon, no one needs to get hurt." More than they already are.
The gun drooped slightly as Jacob looked up at the detective.
Sara stirred slightly, murmuring sheepishly.
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
He pointed the gun at his chest, and pulled the trigger.
"Shit!" Brass shouted from inside the room.
He bent down, feeling Jacob's pulse, then Sara's.
There was a pause before he spoke again, "someone get the paramedics!"
Muhahaa, I'm so mean! Sorry, this was going to be longer, but things felt…I dunno, weird. I edited the ending for this chapter like six times, no lie. I really, really hope you all liked it! Sorry for the long delay again, time has not been on my side. Sorry for the cliffhanger…hehehe.